A table made of carved and spliced huanghuali wood. The pattern is of pines, cypresses and white cranes, and the carving is exquisite.
There is a blurry photo on the table, which shows Chen Zhe in a shopping mall. There are front and side views. The photo is obviously **, but Chen Zhe's features can still be seen clearly.
Sitting on the chair next to the table was a middle-aged man wearing a gray Tang suit with a peaceful face, looking at Chen Zhe's photo with a trace of hatred in his eyes.
If Chen Zhe were here, he would recognize this as Uncle He, a kind middle-aged man who used to be inseparable from Zhang Ze.
When Zhang Ze died in Chen Zhe's hands, Uncle He was not with Zhang Ze, otherwise Chen Zhe would not have killed him so easily.
A young man stood next to Uncle He, his body tensed with tension. Uncle He frowned: "Just these pictures,"
"Well, he is more vigilant and we won't get too close easily," the young man nodded.
Uncle He sighed: "Is Shaoyang coming out of seclusion today?"
"Well, it turns one year today," the young man bowed respectfully.
A haze flashed in Uncle He's eyes: "Well, you can teach him these photos, and he can avenge Zhang Ze's revenge."
"Uncle Zhang...his character..." the young man reminded Uncle He cautiously.
Uncle He smiled slightly: "It is precisely because of his unpredictable character that we asked him to go. Otherwise, how would we get rid of him?"
The young man saluted with the photo and turned to leave.
The Methodist Church occupies a huge area, with houses hidden among the green leaves. A corner of the eaves occasionally peeks out from the green leaves. It is more than twice as big as Tianxin Pavilion. It is simply another world. This is also the foundation of the world's number one spiritual sect.
The young man went down the mountain and came to a partial peak. Although it was a partial peak, it was actually very tall. It was full of cliffs and there were no roads. However, there was a hut standing leaning on the mountainside. Despite the wind and rain, this rickety
The hut has always remained standing.
There are no tourists and no other Methodist disciples here. Apart from the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, it is extremely quiet.
But if you look carefully, you can find that when the clouds in the sky reach directly above the mountain peak, they seem to be blocked by a huge force and strangely turn in one direction.
This is not a formation, but the power condensed by Methodist masters over the years after sitting in concentration.
The strength of Methodism can be seen from here.
The spiritual energy here is abundant and it is the place where the disciples sit. As the brother of the leader, Zhang Shaoyang is only half a step away from the state of Dzogchen, where he can reach Ruoxu and truly become a great cultivator.
However, this step is notoriously difficult, not much different from the secular civil service examination.
Zhang Shaoyang was sitting here, and the guard was the young man's senior brother. Seeing the young man climbing up, the senior brother frowned and asked, "Yuanxu, why are you here?"
The young man named Yuan Xu sighed: "Yuan Shen, Uncle He told me to give these photos to Uncle Shaoyang, who is the murderer of Junior Brother Zhang Ze,"
"What, Zhang Ze is dead?" His senior brother Yuan Shen was shocked and couldn't help but raise his voice a few degrees.
But although Yuan Shen was surprised, he didn't look the least bit sad. Zhang Ze, because he was the son of the headmaster, always felt that he was superior to others, and few people within the Methodist Church liked him.
Zhang Shaoyang, who is sitting there, is the uncle and brother of the Methodist leader and Zhang Ze's uncle. He is a person who truly loves Zhang Ze. Zhang Ze's character has developed into a perverse and arrogant one, just like Zhang Shaoyang's doting.
relation.
That's why Uncle He asked Yuanxu to give the photo to Zhang Shaoyang. Zhang Shaoyang has been in seclusion and is only going to be released from seclusion today. He doesn't know about Zhang Ze's death yet.
Yuan Shen nervously looked back at the thatched hut. There was nothing unusual inside.
He lowered his voice and asked, "Have our Methodists killed the murderer?"
Yuanxu sighed: "Junior brother Zhang Ze secretly used the Seven Yin Bone-eating Soul-Eating Flag to kill dozens of people. The key is that one victim was alive and provided evidence to the police. The country is watching us very closely. The sect We can’t destroy our reputation, so we can’t blatantly take revenge..."
Yuan Shen's eyes lit up: "So give the murderer's photo and name to Uncle Shaoyang and let him take revenge."
"Well, that's what Uncle He meant. Master Shaoyang...his situation is a bit special," Yuanxu replied.
The two people whispered, thinking that Zhang Shaoyang couldn't hear them. Who knew that as soon as the two people finished speaking, a golden light shot up to the sky on the hut, and a powerful breath began to breathe out. As Zhang Shaoyang in the room breathed out, the surrounding people All the air seemed to have been sucked out.
Yuan Shen was shocked: "Uncle Shaoyang started to attack the Ruoxu realm so quickly... No, it should be an hour away. Why is it so early?"
Zhang Shaoyang sat on the verge of death to accumulate his true energy, planning to achieve success at the last moment and break through Ruoxu realm in one fell swoop, but now it's ahead of schedule.
The powerful aura spread out, and the walls of the thatched hut suddenly spread apart and were blown to pieces by the strong airflow, revealing the Taoist priest sitting on a futon inside.
This Taoist priest has straight eyebrows, a straight nose, a square mouth, and a dignified appearance. Between his eyebrows and eyes, he bears a slight resemblance to Zhang Ze. He is Zhang Ze's uncle, Zhang Shaoyang.
Yuan Shen and Yuan Xu couldn't stand the powerful aura, so they retreated for nearly a few hundred miles before barely stopping. The two looked at each other, both confused, wondering why Zhang Shaoyang rushed through the barrier in advance.
There shouldn't be such a big movement when attacking the Ruoxu realm, which shows that Zhang Shaoyang's internal energy has begun to become disordered.
Yuanxu's eyes flashed: "Could it be that...he heard what we just said, and he knew that junior brother Zhang Ze passed away,"
The two people looked at each other, both pale with fear.
There are rules in practice, such as the death test that Zhang Shaoyang sat in, which means exhaling and inhaling, drinking and pecking, opening and closing. The smallest movements such as this must be done according to the rules summarized by the predecessors, let alone rushing in advance privately. closed.
This is simply extremely dangerous...
It was sunny and red just now, but now the clouds are focused, and the clouds are getting thicker and thicker. This is a precursor to rain.
The movements of practitioners are extremely powerful, which is why the country is still very wary of them even though it has relaxed its management of them. These people are so destructive that it is trivial to change the weather.
Yuan Shen and Yuan Xu stared at Zhang Shaoyang nervously, praying in their hearts for him to succeed in entering the Holy Third Realm.
Zhang Shaoyang seemed to live up to his expectations, the aura on his body became stronger and stronger, and the whole mountain shook gently.
The three realms of sainthood are divided into Ruoxu, Dacheng, and Yingjie. At this time, the aura on the practitioner's body becomes stronger, and he is a semi-immortal body, such as Yueyang Zhenren. At this time, the practitioner's ability to move mountains and seas is really not bragging. .
The inner energy flowing on Zhang Shaoyang's body gradually turned from white to a hint of gold, which was a sign of the Ruoxu stage.
And the aura on his body is getting weaker and weaker. This is a good thing. A great practitioner can restrain his aura. Only when he reaches this state can he truly send and receive from his heart.
It's going to be successful.
Methodism will have another great practitioner.
Yuan Shen and Yuan Xu looked at each other happily, but as soon as they thought about it, Zhang Shaoyang's aura suddenly became stronger, and the golden essence suddenly turned white again.
boom.
It was like a thunder exploded in their ears. The two people's ears were numb from the shock, and they hurriedly covered their ears, with a look of horror in their eyes.
The powerful true energy soared into the sky like a volcanic eruption, and the clouds that had just been focused in the sky were knocked away again. Yuan Shen and Yuan Xu felt that their bodies were like fallen leaves blown by the wind, with no strength at all.
Zhang Shaoyang's body jumped over like the wind, and he raised Yuan Xu: "What did you just say? My nephew Zhang Ze was killed, and those cowards didn't dare to take revenge."
He was covered in blood, and his whole body seemed to have been soaked in blood. Even his eyes were full of blood red, and his whole person gave off a strange feeling.
This is not the realm of Ruoxu, this is clearly a precursor to the collapse of the breath in the body.
"Uncle Master, your attack on Ruoxu Realm...failed," Yuanxu said in shock. You must know that Zhang Shaoyang's failure has nothing to do with him.
Zhang Shaoyang didn't care about his own state at all. He stretched out his hand and held the photos flying in the air in his hands. He looked at them one by one, with veins popping out on his forehead and anger lingering in his chest.
"I'm going to kill him,"
With a loud roar, Zhang Shaoyang dropped Yuan Xu and rushed straight into the clouds like a gust of wind. The sky thunder exploded and struck Zhang Shaoyang one after another.
The Methodist Sect's protective formation was activated, and it was able to shake the thunder. Nuo Da's formation trembled slightly and easily protected Zhang Shaoyang.
Zhang Shaoyang returned to the room where he usually lived, found some magic weapons that he carried with him, and muttered like crazy: "I want to kill him, I want to kill him,"
Zhang Shaoyang has been quite talented since he was a child, and he has been diligent in practice. His only shortcoming is that he is hot-tempered and irritable. Even if his relatives and friends offend him, he will strike him dead with one palm.
The reason is that he has mental problems...
Otherwise, Uncle He would not have gone out of his way to tell him about Zhang Ze's death. Even if Zhang Shaoyang really killed Chen Zhe, both the law and the spiritual world would have something to say... Look, he is a mentally ill person and we can't control him.
It only took less than five minutes for Zhang Shaoyang to pack up all his things. Just as he was about to turn around, a thought suddenly occurred to him...
His face was gloomy, but he didn't yell anymore. Instead, he sat in the room and waited quietly. When it got dark, he left the room and went straight to the back mountain.
Although Zhang Shaoyang was angry, he still had the ability to think. He wanted to take the Jiangshan Brush, but he knew that the Jiangshan Brush had been carried by Zhang Shaochong, the real person in charge.
However, there is something else that is also very useful.
In the back mountain, there is a side hall that is too far away. In front of the hall, there is a stone tablet tilted: No entry.
The entire Methodist sect is grand, clean and majestic. Only this side hall is deserted and messy, covered with dust like an abandoned old temple. A powerful magic circle is dormant quietly inside.